Winter Fashion: Bring on the Cold

Yes, it finally snowed, but that didn’t stop these girls from rocking it in the cold weather. Their winter survival guide: more layers mixed with faux fur and shearling accents to old fall outfits! Don’t think that wearing fur means pulling a Kate Moss – anyone can pull this off.

Ashley ‘17: Ashley goes with a classic Banana Republic coat and Anthropologie turtleneck to brave the cold.

Camille ‘17: Fur is your friend!! Revamp any outfit with a fur scarf. Camille found hers at Uniqlo.

Maddy ‘18: Moto meets fur accents. Maddy layers a black hoodie under her Crossroads coat, with H&M pants and thrifted boots.

Maya ‘19: Who says you save to Boho for summertime? Maya goes with floral-embroidered jeans from Zara to spice up her outfit, with a shearling jacket also from Zara, creepers, and Aritzia tee.

Ruby ‘17 and Camille ‘17: This duo proves that layering is key. Ruby goes with a sporty approach in an American Apparel coat, Brandy Melville sweater, Zara jeans and Steve Madden sneakers. Camille chooses an Urban Outfitters coat, Nasty Gal boots, and Rag & Bone sweater and pants.

Matilde ‘17: When you can’t wrap up in blankets, instead go for a warm faux fur coat! Matilde likes her Jakke coat, Mango jeans, Stefanel sweater, paired with Doc Marten boots. Très chic!

"Where I am from and Where I’ll Go," a Poem by Olivia Miller

I am from los gatos and a glen of willow trees.

I am from rain and a boulevard of Magnolia’s.

I am from “Summer feet”

covered in dirt

scathing up trees, swinging from branches

drinking water from the fountain

from rhododendron cups.

Looking back it seems as though the water was

not only tainted with green moss and “things” from birds but

imagination and innocence

as if I needed anymore.

I am from “the little red wagon” and “little Olivia went to school”

sung to me from Granny Nanny’s lips as I fell asleep intertwined in her arms.

I am from nose tweaks, eyeball gouges, ear tugs, and back whacks

given to me by Papa from his recliner chair.

I am from chocolate chip cookies (but only the warm ones) and

raspberry jam spread on fresh rolls (but only the ones with the brown-sugared bottoms).

I am from a hot-blooded woman and a passive man

strung together by yells and screams and secrets I only found in stories told to me much later.

I am from “kill them with kindness” and “what other people think of you is none of your business”

words I follow only to build me up and break me down again.

In my heart is a yearning to leave home

but in my mind is screaming noise:

“Olivia,” said my mother.

“O,” hushed my father.

“Mama,” whispered my step-mother.

“Livie bee,” called my step-father.

“Oatsie,” spoke my sister.

“Olie,” sang my half-brother.

“Miller,” yelled my friends.

They bring me back.

I cannot hear my own thoughts with the noise.

They make me lost, where I can no longer hear myself.

In my solitude, I hear me.

In my own conversations to myself aloud and my own tears down my face

I hear myself.

Where I’ll go, I cannot say.

But if I’ll come home, I promise I will.

"Confusion,"a Poem by Marguerite Devine-Mraz '17

Something pure and corrupt

Not quite there but not quite gone

Is it lost for good?

Or is it here to stay?

To live with it is to live without it

Spiraling down into the sky

And draining up to the ocean

It is opposite of what is similar

Confusing in only appearance

Clear in what does not seem real

Cloudy in a clarifying moment

Something pure and corrupt

Feeding the envy

Starving the hate

Urging the jealousy

Defeating the petty

Confident in all that is good

Untrusting in the faith

Skeptical in what is untrue

Something pure and corrupt

Like an emotional rollercoaster

Always going up and down

When you expected it to go side to side

Stopping when you wanted to go

Leaving when you wanted to stay

Cannot follow the rules

But cannot break the rules

Stuck in between

Wondering what could be

When all it is

Is what it is not